Conrad's eyes dart between the vent and Peter and he makes a sulky sort of sound. "Uh, nothing. I was just thinking if maybe I could get up there- Well, no... Nevermind." Should he tell him he has the ability to transform? Probably not, since he has no idea if he can force himself to do it.

He puts his hands on his hips as he continues to look the ceiling over, trying to ignore the creeping dread he's feeling in the pit of his stomach. "Usually, if we get locked in somewhere we're given instructions on what we're supposed to do. So maybe this is just a fluke?" He lets out a few awkward breaths then, even though he doesn't need to breathe. He appreciates that Peter is trying to reassure him in a way. "But, um... No, I'm not claustrophobic... I'm more worried about, yanno, starving to death in an unseemly bathroom."